…We’re the ones who are out here Out past the edge of what they know We can only be who we are It doesn’t matter if they don’t understand… …Promise me You will always remember who you are Who you were Long before They said you weren’t… …Let them think what they like, we’re fine… …From out here, it’s the rest of the world that looks so small Promise me You will always remember who…

You are a Social Liberal (71% permissive) and an… Economic Conservative (86% permissive) You are best described as a: Libertarian Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Speaking of trolls and the Sarah Saga situation, I was just AIMED by some guy, who did find me that way. Luckily he turned out to not exactly be a troll. (my sarah saga post is still forthcoming) AIM IM with SOME GUY. 9:23 AM SOME GUY: hello, i got your aim from your website saevitia snape: hello SOME GUY: Is it serious? saevitia snape: Which website? SOME GUY: http://otakukin.atspace.com/ SOME GUY: I’ve read through…

Send in the clowns

So, in the past month or so I have been getting a flood of trolling, and not very nice posts over at my deviantart account due to the so-called “Sarah Saga” posts that have been making their rounds of the internet- I’ll address that properly in my next post. Anyway, my deviantart and a long, old rant is one of the first results on google for otakukin. So, every time a load of schmucks get…

I hate the term ‘tools of the patriarchy’ but my dad is a patriarchal tool. On the way to work today I had to endure yet another lecture on how the fact that I wear mens clothes is a sign of society destroying itself, and how I’m ruining my chances at life. Whatever that means. On top of that he reiterated that not having babies is triples my chances of breast cancer. And then I…

I have grown, and grown more (in)sane. I’ve been having flashbacks. I want this. I hunger for my self with an appetite that can not be filled. Mental cannibalism. A special brand of narcissism, to take myself into myself, so no one can take it away. I’m frustrated, angry, mad. I hate this, I hate you. I’ve always been someone’s broken little toy. I am fed up with your demands on me. I could break…

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d kill him,” he replied, “And your mother loved him. You were 5 years old. I wanted to take you along with me. She wouldn’t let me.” Though his words were tinged with the regret they both clearly shared, she couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let it stand. “So why didn’t you kill him?” Kate demanded, her voice low and harsh. “Because I don’t have murder in my…